Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

They say love is dead,

But then how’d I find you?

You’re the very epitome,

The distinct definition of Love.

With you I’m home.

With you I feel as if I’m enough.

You do not judge,

But you seek truth.

You hold no grudge,

And your very words soothe.

You fill my soul.

You fill that hole.

I can finally breathe,

As you set me free.

No longer bound,

No longer down.

For your love,

It’s like that of a dove.

Full of peace.

So my troubles cease.

I’m glad I found you.

Though they said love is dead.

Violets are blue.

Roses are red.

~ Olamide Iyaomolere